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I've got a bug bite on my chin.
I went to Orlando with Trent to stay with his grandparents from up North. They had a timeshare with a lockout so we had our own kitchen and balcony and living room. It was pretty A+.
I lit my fucking face on fire at work. A+.
I give the fuck up trying to accomplish anything with these fucking people. He's talking about shit I don't have a clue about so I just agree and nod a lot. Whatever, if it avoids bickering for 232434 minutes about why I don't understand, sure thing.
My car is dead, RIP. It'll be okay later tonight, I fucking hope. I'm just really cynical today. My baby is in my belly, chilling. I can't sleep because it kicks so much at night, I can't eat because the thought of anything other than a calzone or sweet tarts makes me so sick. Prenatals suck. Being pregnant isn't too thrilling, I don't think I'll ever look back and say, "WOW I LOVED BEING PREGNANT, I WANNA DO IT AGAIN." No. I don't like kids, I don't like babies. I like mine though. It's Italian and I made it at a bakery.
I'll dress it in powdered sugar and sell it on a street cart with some hot dogs. Then I'd have to dress my cats in baby clothes and walk them in strollers so I don't feel like I wasted money. No. Maybe I won't do that.
I'm pretty tired all the time. I've gained 50 pounds and my back is the most unhappy back in the world. When I lay on the floor, I can't get up. It's pretty sweet.
I have nothing important to say at all. I'm really just bored and sleepy. I can't taste spicy stuff anymore unless it's like, burn you to hell spicy. I can't find anything that spicy but I won't give up.
Basically, I'm boring.
Also, I'm really confused. About fucking everything.
Also.